Mutations // Closed
Spencer can hear pain from a mile way, it very literally screams inside his head. So he can hear the pain of the small puppy curled up on the pavement, as abandoned and mistreated as any of them who aren’t just perfect. When he finally located the pup, a black and white Jack Russel with green eyes, he can tell why it was crying so loudly in his head. Physically only tiny whimpers were escaping its jaws, and very minimal was made due to the growth occurring on the side of it’s jaw.
He scoops up the animal, closing his eyes briefly to focus on communicating with the small dog, whispering little praises from one mind to another, trying to soothe it. He sighs, mutations in animals were far less successful than in humans, causing almost a tumor in the defenseless animal in his arms. He looks around, trying to focus on how he could get help.
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Celeste rounds the corner, old, beat up bag slung over her shoulder and shoulders dropping with exhaustion. In one hand, she holds her phone to her ear in a half hearted attempt to listen to an old friend. The other clutches the bag’s strap to keep it from swinging. Her friend is about to launch into a tirade when Celeste spots the puppy. Rather, she sees the man standing in the middle of the road, and follows his panicked gaze to the small bundle of fur in his arms.
Though she isn’t much good with men, she’s sure she can help the puppy. Hurriedly, she wishes her friend goodbye, then strides over.
“What happened? Is he yours?”
Spencer stammers on his words before shaking his head frantically, flicking his hair from his eyes as he tries and fails to meet the girls eyes, finally rushing out his words “I found him in the road, looks like his owners abandoned him,” he pauses for a breath, trying not to scramble his words in his panic “He looks like hes had a failed mutation in his skin and its grown into a tumour,”
He looks up, looking more at her face than her eyes, but ocasionally his gaze flicked to them. “Can you help him?” Spencer asks anxiously ,cradling the small animal.
Celeste’s frown only deepens as she carefully reaches pet the puppy. That mutations exist is common knowledge, but they are still rare and she hasn’t seen one before, failed or not.
“I think so,” she strokes the animal’s head as she thinks, trying to soothe the small creature. “He looks like he needs surgery, and I want to get him on the table as soon as possible. Come with me, I was just leaving my office for lunch.”
With that, she turns and beckons the young man to follow. Around the corner and up the street they go. A few blocks and a large building comes into view marked with large, block letters reading ‘animal hospital’.
“I specialize in horses, but I work here a couple days a week. Let’s get him inside and onto an exam table, so I can look at him properly.”
The puppy responds to her touch with a gentle whine that made Spencer’s heart clench. He nods in response to her words and follows after her, cradling the puppy and comforting it the best he can.
Once they get inside, he rests the puppy on the table. It squirms for a moment, until Spencer rests a hand on the small dog and continues to influence it’s emotions, whispering comforting words through his head. The words so much didn’t matter, it’s more letting the animal know it isn’t alone.
Celeste looks up and gives the young man a comforting smile as she sets to work.
“What’s your name?”
As she spoke, her hands moved carefully over the creature. If the tumor had gotten this big, there might be other damage as well. To her relief, the poor creature didn’t seem to have any structural deformities or broken bones. He was clearly dehydrated and malnourished, but if the mass could be removed, then those could be dealt with.
“He’s malnourished and dehydrated in addition to the tumor. He’ll need an operation, then an i.v. As soon as possible.”
“Spencer,” He says softly, his eyes focusing on the animal, he brushed his fingertips over it’s soft fur, watching as its whimpering subsides slowly. “How can I help?” he asks her, his eyes and thoughts mostly directed on the puppy, in case it started howling again.
“Will it hurt it?”
Celeste sighed, carefully entering the vet office.
“It will hurt a lot less than keeping the tumor, that’s for sure. The pain meds are very effective - he won’t feel a thing.”
